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Nobody sees me as they stride down the street. They simply ignore the child lying in a sack as they return to their mansions to live the lives I wish I could live. Everyone just ignores me, but why. Is is because they want to continue living their lives, untouched by the ugliness in the side of their view. But they all say that ignorance is bliss. And that's how they live their lives, treating everyone who they don't see as fictional people, in ignorance and in bliss.

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Will this even get better? I don't know what to do. I only eat one meal out of three a day. No one ever listens. Why am i the unlucky one? People go off to live in their grand houses whilst I'm walking back home to a small, wrecked house. Everyone is so different to me, why can't i be like everyone else? It's not fair how the Welfare Workers are helping children and leaving the others like me.

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How come people who live on the street as me, go to the same school as me, even those who drink the same water as me are noticed by society but I am not. Its stupid and needs to be changed. even though this Welfare State is supposed to help people in my position, it doesn't help enough of the people in my position. There are still millions who need help and aren't getting it. I'm stuck with a couple of drunks, I don't live in the right conditions to be able to live my life as well as survive it. Just answer one question. Why?

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I walk these streets as empty shell craters remind me of what I went through. Six years of hell. I thought any sort of life would be better after the war. But no. Somehow, this corrupted government has made it so much worse for me. I'm invisible to everyone and everything. Me and my sunken heart ponder the walkways and pavements like a ghost. People walking through me.

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I feel pathetic,  aren't I as human as everyone else? Why do they feel like they have to pick me apart and treat me like dirt on the bottom of a shoe, is it because I have no money? My life is already miserable and school isn't making it better. When i walk into school i feel all eyes darting towards me as they laugh and judge me internally, i can feel it. My eyes are dark and puffy as i struggle to last the 8hour school day due to my concrete mattress, i wish The Welfare State would care for me more individually, even if it was just me eating two filling meals a day.

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How is it fair that Welfare Workers can laze idly whilst children like me lay forgotten, fading into shabby corners in run down homes, swallowing pill after pill to sleep through the shouting matches? It is unacceptable that people live like this, like me and still we are treated as a pesky minority, the final 0.01% that escapes societies conforming hand sanitizer.
What makes me different, different than the people who skip down the yellow brick road with a shiny pound coin in their pocket for chocolate, the ones who bring powdered treats for their friends at breaktime. Who decides my value other than me?

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How does no one see me? Every assembly our Head Teacher speaks about how we should always try our best to help those in need, those not as lucky as we are... don't they see? There is a person just like that that doesn't even hide in plain sight, but stands out. How do they not see? How do they not see what kind of situation I'm in. I have been hurt by everyone. The people who clear pathways for me, the teachers and adults who are scared to even let their kids near me, and what hurt most of all was when my mother left me. She was my last hope at a normal life, and now... she is gone, she disappeared into thin air the minute things got hard. I thought that she was the only person who I could actually rely on on

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I feel like a grain of sand on beach when I should not be. There has to be more people like me yet the welfare workers just ignore. My life cannot be confined to being the odd one out, the ugly duckling. At school I feel like Im an exotic creature that the other people at school have never seen before, they wont talk to me but at least they aren't mean to me. However I am grateful tat the Headmaster is raising awareness for people like me.

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I am forgotten. I am forgotten by society. I am forgotten by my family. I don't know who I am anymore. And the worst part is, I'm not alone. I'm not alone feeling so forgotten, there are hundreds, no thousands of others in the same situation. Fading into the backround, more and more each day. How can they not see us, struggling with hunger, stranded on the streets, alone. Dear welfare state, when I first heard of you I was overjoyed, happy for the first time in years, a chance to be saved, but instead you let us drown. How could you? Why them, not us, why everyone else but me. Let us forget yesterday, give us a chance for a better tomorrow. Please.

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I can't believe this is how i'm treated just left alone all alone. I am a plant in a jungle except we are not all getting the same thing. Hundreds of thousands just like me and welfare workers just refuse to see us. School was terrible; always the odd one out with the hair that stick out and the clothes that always reek yet still no one helps me. How dare they ignore all of us. The one thing I am thankful for and that is my headmaster bringing attention to us.

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I feel so forgotten, how can those Welfare workers think it's fair? There are so many people like you and me, and I bet they all feel the same way. We are simply looked over, I am so furious. All I wish is that someone, anyone i don't care who, helps us. Theres no point in this 'Welfare State' if nobody is going to take notice, or if they are just going to choose which children to save, to feed, to take care of, and leave the rest to fend for themselves, sleeping in sacks, starving and cold. The teachers at school expect me to work just as hard as those over privileged swots. Their stomachs are filled with three meals a day, plus supper, and i'm stuck trying to keep enough energy to walk home. This is nowhere near the idea of 'fair'.

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They don’t listen. They only watch, they observe and hear what the others tell them about me.

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I am furious and miserable that society can forget children like me so easily. The Welfare Workers have set a morally correct goal, but they fail to reach me in my dirty shack. Why I am I so unfortunate compared to all of you while you do not even bat an eye at me. I need support, I need help and instead you shame me, a troubled individual who knows not of hot meals or warm showers, only the cold desolate night. Am I not allowed to succeed and flourish like everyone else with a head start? Even my parents see nothing in me. This is nowhere near fair.

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Why? Why me? Why do I not have 3 meals a day? Why do I not have a comfy bed to sleep in every night? Why do I not come home to loving parents? It amazes me how much I am forgotten and left out no matter how hard I try to gain attention. How hard is it to get attention you ask? Well, these people pay more attention to an ant than me. I am skinnier than a twig and I eat chalk everyday. what do i do? I don't have anything else to eat. All I can gather, if I'm lucky, is probably a rotten tomato and half a twisted mahogany carrot for a day.

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I'm fading. Soon, I will be forgotten for eternity. What have I done? Why does it have to be me? Can't people see? It's unfair to see how ignorant people can be. There are millions like me, and yet people don't see. Are we not human? Like everyone else? What's the point of a Welfare State when all they do is just watch? We're being ignored like dirt on a sidewalk, like garbage on a road. People in school see be as a normal kid, but behind that mask lies suffering and torture. I can't afford the simple necessities in life, and yet I am still invisible. We have gone back to the medieval times. Where society just walks around midlessley, not with a care for the word. We walk around the deserted streets scavenging for hope, a hope that is lost.

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Somehow, despite the fact that I am constantly forgotten, everyone manages to look down on me anyway. I try my hardest to help people below me in society, but its hard when your scraping along the bottom as it is. You would think that after all the tragedy we had gone through together that we might think first not for ourselves but for eachother. but alas not.

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Your ignorance has no limits.You tell us to think about the less fortunate while there are less fortunate people in front of you, begging for help, begging for a better life. You leave these people in their rotten shacks, for your fine houses sitting in your armchairs with your privileged entertainmet.

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People like me, live miserable lives. Always forgotten by society, treated like the gum stuck on the sidewalks. Are we not human? What have I don't to deserve such life? It isn't fair who people can just be born rich, never having to worry about their future, having enough food on the table, or just having clothes to wear? Sure, we have the Welfare State, but can they really help everyone like us? My one and only wish is for everyone, not just me and you, but anyone who has to go through what I have, to be helped. School, or even society now is like the medieval times, with the importance of the hierarchy. I always thought that school was the one place I may be able to fit in. Oh how gullible I used to be. They say that I have eyes of a football, ears of a bomb, and teeth like splinters. No one realises what pain i go through each day, even having to work just as hard as those who have the dream life. They complain about their lives, just wait till they experience mine.

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How is fair that individuals, like myself, can be so forgotten by society that truly value life. The Welfare State is a wonderful idea but can I really rely upon or get access to it with my troubled home-life. Although my Master will often tell us to look out for those less fortunate in society how can they forget about children like myself who have the same dreams and desire to achieve as everyone else?